disclaimer: kk i don't own divergent/insurgentt

authors note: hi there i haven't writtten a storry in forever then i read diverent and omg

anyway so now i'm reading insurgent and i'm lke 300 pages in and omg

yes ok so enjoy.

i made caroline uppkkbye

Grief

By: Julia Cornell

My heart has been broken before, but never because I lost a friend.

"It'll be okay," they said. "Everything will get better." No it won't. They're lying. They've never lost a best friend.


I walk into the cafeteria after a long nightmare filled night. I see Tris, Four, Zeke, and Uriah all eating breakfast together at a table. From 30 feet away, I can already see the alcohol in Uriah's hands and his grief stricken-eyes.

Slowly, I walk over to the table and sit down next to Uriah, grabbing his hand under the table. With my other hand I pull the bottle out of his other hand. For a second he won't let go, but he eventually does.

Tears start to form behind my eyes but I blink them away.

Across the table, Four and Tris get up to leave, leaving Zeke, Uriah and I alone. I reach over the table with my free hand to grab Zeke's hand and finally I break down.

The tears are freely falling down my face. I sob and my whole body shakes. I let go of their hands and attempt to wipe the tears away.

"Excuse me," I mumble getting up from the table, knowing it was a bad idea for me to come down here.

I sprint away through the cafeteria doors trying to get away from the mass crowds. I hear Uriah following me. I knew he would.

I run past the Pit and down the corridor that leads to our room. Finally I collapse on the ground in front of Marlene's bed. I continue to sob just as Uriah enters the room. I grab a knife from under Marlene's bed and attempt to cut myself but before I can, Uriah screams.

"Caroline! Stop!"

He wrenches the blade from me. "What the hell are you doing?!" he screams.

"Stop!" I cry. "Get away from me!" I attempt to push Uriah away but he is much stronger than I am.

He throws the knife into the wall above Marlene's bed. He then engulfs me into his arms, folding me like a sheet of paper.

"She was my best friend," I sob into his drenched t-shirt. I grip the fabric like I'm holding on for dear life. Maybe I am.

"I know," Uriah mumbles into my blonde hair.

"Why did she have to die?!" I scream into his chest.

"I don't know," he says. "But I do know that... that things will get better. After all this, things will get better. They will."

I glance up at his face, taking in his features. His eyes are blood-shot most likely from crying and alcohol. "You really think so?" I ask.

Uriah plays with my ponytail between his fingers. "No," he says. "I know it will."

And for once, I finally believe someone when they say that.

The End